Deep in the Unbound Soul, a tall figure wearing a cloak walked through the bustling road, silent all the way.
The broad avenue is shrouded in the shadow of huge cables. Various flags and slogans are lined on both sides. Colorful billboards hang low on the street, with their respective origins written on them.
In the empire, a starship is a city, and it naturally has the most basic facilities that a city has. Even slave workers have the lowest consumption needs.
As always, the area between the lower and mid-decks was pleasantly warm, with a gentle artificial breeze sweeping the streets and people of all attire hurrying past.
The place is only as lively as it is when anchored, for under sail everyone is tied to their station.
The man in the cloak was already quite familiar with the layout of this place. After all, its layout was so intuitive that anyone could walk through its streets and alleys with a little time.
He was walking east at the moment, heading to a very chic little restaurant that he discovered during a morning walk. This delicious dessert shop and restaurant was hidden deep in the mountains radiating from the orbital hub station. among many avenues.
Although he is not hungry, he still likes to reward himself with some delicious food when he needs comfort.
That's the case today.
In fact, the food in the Star Battlefield Restaurant is not inferior to this, but he didn't come here just to eat. In fact, his main purpose was to feel the smoke and smoke that he was getting away from day by day.
And today is also the day when the flea market is open. The square is filled with shops, vendors and all kinds of hawking. Currency is generally not used on starships. The most common equivalent is food, but people also accept barter.
This reminded him of his hometown, the bustling, noisy, crowded market.
Thinking of this, a heartbreaking feeling of nostalgia suddenly surged in his chest.
After so many years, he never went back.
Unusually tall, he walked through the crowd, declining food and drinks, but stopped to buy two small eagle pendants - handicrafts hawked by two skinny children whose mother They are selling waste residue after coolant use.
Then he walked south along the avenue, then turned east into a narrow alley, with awnings and clothes hanging hanging above his head.
The restaurant was at the end of the street. He saw a waiter waiting at the door, so he smiled and waved to him.
"Mr. Bahram, welcome again."
He took off his cloak, revealing a gentle face. No one would have thought that an Astartes would silently appear on the lower deck.
In fact, the first time he came here was purely accidental. At that time, he was just curious and wanted to know about the lives of the people on the bottom deck, but he stumbled into this alley.
When he first entered the restaurant, he had already prepared his stomach for a large plate of artificial starch or other equally unappetizing things, but in the end he found a restaurant that was pleasant, even if it was put away. A restaurant worthy of being in a high-end hotel, and I was immediately mesmerized by the mouth-watering aroma of sautéed groats.
"Still the same."
Bahram then found a comfortable seat to sit down, but unexpectedly he met an acquaintance.
"Yo, that's not it."
When Mechanical Priest Loken walked over slowly, Bahram was still enjoying his first meal.
Loken held a plate of ant beef and fresh vegetables in one hand, a large bowl of snow-topped sorbet in the other, and a robotic arm holding a cup of steaming specialty coffee precariously.
"Hello, Priest Lorcan."
Loken then sat down opposite Bahram.
"How do you know that guy Rozim opened a shop here?"
"Actually I don't know, I just bumped into it by chance."
"I heard that the Chapter won a victory on the ground, saved the Iron Skull Legion, and destroyed a large amount of greenskin equipment."
It seemed that he had not spoken to a Space Marine for a long time. Loken's enthusiasm was high, and his free mechanical arm reached into the recesses of his robes to search for the data pad.
He places it on the table and operates it with a robotic arm, while two real hands wave the knife and fork with palpable enthusiasm.
A star map was displayed. The Armageddon galaxy was only at the edge of the display, while a small and dim star, like a dead soul, appeared in the center of the screen.
"I have a plan. There are many ancient ruins in Armageddon. If we can explore some of them and recover those valuable things, then our visit will not be in vain."
"The Chapter Master probably won't agree."
Bahram said in an extremely patient tone, and surprisingly, Loken laughed.
"That's not necessarily the case."
Loken dragged the display so that the target system filled the entire screen.
"This is top-secret information. My mentor's mentor once participated in a top-secret project. This plan was very ambitious and involved the research of alien technology and the examination of the history of the Dark Ages. Armageddon is part of the plan."
"For my part, I really don't understand what you're trying to say, priest."
Bahram said candidly.
"I'm just an ordinary soldier, not a technical sergeant."
"Of course, only some fragments of these records have been left, but for those who have been planning for a long time, there are still gratifying clues, and then all they have to do is believe in the mercy of Omnissiah."
Loken seemed to be talking entirely to himself and didn't care about Bahram at all.
"So you're convinced there's something worth exploring on the surface? Some hidden technology?"
"No, didn't you notice? After the chapter leader met the people from the White Templar, he became mysterious and mysterious, and even went straight to Armageddon without any hesitation. They must have discovered something. "
"You haven't told the chapter leader about this?"
"No."
Loken nodded, obviously happy that Bahram was so successful.
"Maybe he wants us to surprise him, doesn't he?"
"I don't think so."
Bahram sighed and turned his attention to dessert.
A waitress had already come over with a plate of food. She placed a bowl of fruit in front of Bahram and gave him a dessert with cream and candied fruits.
"By the way, where's your boss?"
Suddenly, Bahram noticed that there was one less noisy figure than before, so he stopped the waitress who was about to leave.
"The boss... seems to have said he was delivering takeout."
"ah?"
Loken waved his hand and explained:
"That guy secretly opened a shop here, but the business is not good, and he looks sad every day... Come to think of it, this place is full of people who are so poor that they lose their pants, so what kind of business can they do?"
Bahram smiled.
"There is no way. Uncle Rozim is afraid of being discovered, so he can only drive in such a hidden place."
"So I told him that Armageddon is said to have a lot of rich people, so why not take advantage of the opportunity to do some takeout... But he actually did it and got a bunch of flyers. You even borrowed my shuttle to go to the hive city."
"So we have guests?"
Bahram looked at the waitress, who nodded.
"The boss is very excited. He says it's a big business and he wants to order a hundred sets of that package at a time."
"Oh, that's it. Who is it that orders so many things?"
"I don't know. I heard from the boss that it seems to be called... Bone Crusher?"
For a moment, both Loken and Bahram froze, their eyes widening as if they had seen a ghost——
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